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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.