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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.