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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.