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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
MDC,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.