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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.