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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.