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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.