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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Wire,
June of 44,
AZ,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.