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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.