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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.