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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Evens 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.