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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.