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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Bad Manners 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.