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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.