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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.