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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.