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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.