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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.