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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.