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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.