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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Can,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.