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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.