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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.