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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.