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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.