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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.