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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.