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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Jandek,
AZ,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.