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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.