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 Tunisia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.