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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Monks,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.