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 Angola 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.