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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.