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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Can,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.