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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Judy Mowatt 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.