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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Fear,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.