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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Index,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.