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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.