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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.