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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.