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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.