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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.