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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.