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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.