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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.