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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.