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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.