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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.