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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 Milan and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.