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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
This Heat,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.