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 Moldova 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Organ,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.