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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.