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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.