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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Inner City,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Liliput,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.