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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Q65,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.