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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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?
Joey Negro,
Fear,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.