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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.