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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.