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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.