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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '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 Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Can,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.