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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Prunes 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Lalann,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.