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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.