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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.