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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.