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 Namibia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.