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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.