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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.