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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Star Department to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.