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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.