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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.