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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.