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 Papua New Guinea 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.