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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.