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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.