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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.