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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.