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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
The Litter,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.