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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Television,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.