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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.