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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.