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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.