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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.