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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.