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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
AZ,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.