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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dead C to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.