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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.