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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.