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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.