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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.