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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.