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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Scientists,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.