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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
PIL,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.