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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.