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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.