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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.