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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Can,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.