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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.