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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.