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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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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.