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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Das Ding 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.