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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.