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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.