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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
the Association,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.