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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.