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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Nico,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.