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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.