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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.