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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.