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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.