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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.