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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.