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 United States and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Darondo,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.