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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
UT,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.