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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.