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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.