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 Madagascar and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.