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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Scion,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.