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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.