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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fugs to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.