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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.