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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Monks,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.