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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.