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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.