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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Aswad,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.