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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.