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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.