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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
John Holt,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.