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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.