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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Wire,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.