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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.