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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.