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 Libya and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.