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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Nico,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
MC5,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.