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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.