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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.