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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.