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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Neu!,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.