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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion 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?
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
X-102,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.