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 Chad 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.