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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.