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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.