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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
10cc,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.