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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Fall to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.