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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.