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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Litter 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Crime,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.