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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.