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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.