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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.