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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.