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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.