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 Colombia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.