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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.