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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.