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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.