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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.