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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.