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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Television,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.