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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Names,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.