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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the techno 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.