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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.