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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Rakim,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Crime,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.