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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Cure,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.