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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.