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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
X-102,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.