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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.