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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.