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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.