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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.