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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.