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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.