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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.