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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.