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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Count Five to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.