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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
10cc,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Brick,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.