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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.