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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.