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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.