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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.