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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.