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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.