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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.