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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.