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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.