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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.