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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Excepter,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.