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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.