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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.