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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.