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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.