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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Scion,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.