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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
UT,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.