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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.