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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.