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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Wings,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.