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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Skaos,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.