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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.