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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.