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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Whodini,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.