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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.