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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.