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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.