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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.