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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.