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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.