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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Gories,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.