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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.