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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Pole,
Ronan,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.