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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.