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 Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 John Foxx 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.