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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.