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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.