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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.