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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.