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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.