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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.