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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Eddi Front,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.