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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.