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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.