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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.