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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.