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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.