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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.