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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.