Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Visage,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.