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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cramps to the electroclash 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 Christie. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.