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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.