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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.