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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The Move,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.