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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.