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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.