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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.