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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.