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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.