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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Whodini,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.