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 Venezuela 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Fear,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.