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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.