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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.