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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.