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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ 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?
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.