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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Technova,
PIL,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.