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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.