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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.