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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.