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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.