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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
PIL,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.