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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Television,
The Sound,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.