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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.