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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.