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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Skriet,
Jandek,
MDC,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.