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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The United States of America 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.