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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.