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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Excepter,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.