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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.