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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.