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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.