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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
The Techniques,
Index,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.