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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Organ,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.