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 Spain and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.