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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.