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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Ossler,
the Association,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.