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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.