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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.