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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.