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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.