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 Croatia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Zapp,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.