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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.