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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.