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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.