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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
PIL,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.