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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 MC5 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.