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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.