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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.