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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.