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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.