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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.