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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.