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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Q65,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.