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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.