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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.