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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.