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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.