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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.