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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.