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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.