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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.