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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.