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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.