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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.