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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.