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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.