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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.