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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
PIL,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.