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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.