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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.