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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.