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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.