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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.