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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
June Days,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.