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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 Lyon and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magazine to the techno 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.