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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Scion,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Ituana,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.