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 Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.