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 Peru 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.