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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.