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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.