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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Wings,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.