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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.