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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.