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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.