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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.