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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Television,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.