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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.