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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.