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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.