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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.