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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.