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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.