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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.