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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Japan,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.