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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.