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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.