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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.