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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
New Order,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.