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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.