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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.