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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Can,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
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.