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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Gong,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.