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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.