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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.