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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.