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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO 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?
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Wings,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.