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 North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.