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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.