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 Benin and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.