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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Chrome,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.