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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.