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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Faust,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.