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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.