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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.