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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.