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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.