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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.