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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.