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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
AZ,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.