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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 the Swans to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Quantec,
CMW,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.