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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.