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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.