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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.