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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 the Normal to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.