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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.