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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.