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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.