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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.