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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.