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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.