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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Brick,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.