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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.