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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Inner City,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.