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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.