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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
CMW,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.