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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cure 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.