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 Japan and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.