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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.