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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.