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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.