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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.