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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.