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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.