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 Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.