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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.