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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.