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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.