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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.