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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.