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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.