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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.