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 Honduras and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.