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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 the Swans to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.