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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
the Normal,
Wire,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.