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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.