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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.