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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
cv313,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.