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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.