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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.