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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.