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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
UT,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.