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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.