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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.