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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.