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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.