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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.