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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.