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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.