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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Smog,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.