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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.