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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.