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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Shoche to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.