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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Television,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.