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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.