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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
The Victims,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.