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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.