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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.