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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.