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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.