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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.