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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.