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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.