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 Marshall Islands 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.