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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.