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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.