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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.