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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.