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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.