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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.