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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.