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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.