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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.