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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.