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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.