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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.