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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.