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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.