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 Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.