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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Ten City,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.