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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
The Slits,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.