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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Josef K,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.