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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.