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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.