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 Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.