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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.