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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.