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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.