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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.