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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.