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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s 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 Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
DNA,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Television,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.