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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.