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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Darondo,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.