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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.