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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Ronan,
The Index,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.