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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.