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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.