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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
John Cale,
the Association,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.