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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.