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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television Personalities 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.