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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Magma to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.