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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.