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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.