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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Victims to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.