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 Yemen 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.