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 Bahamas 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.