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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.