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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.