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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Index,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.