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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Magma,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.