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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.