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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.