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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis 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?
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.