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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.