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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
JFA,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.