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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.