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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.