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 Lithuania 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.