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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 David McCallum to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.