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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.