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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Qualms,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.