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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Can,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.