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-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.