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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.