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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
X-101,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.