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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Darondo,
The Index,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.