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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Television,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.