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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
June Days,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.