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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
MC5,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.