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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.