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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.