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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Scion,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Visage,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.