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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.