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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.