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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.