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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.