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 El Salvador 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.