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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.