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 China and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.