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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.