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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Monks, Monks, Monks, 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.