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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Rakim,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Magma,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.