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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Seeds to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.