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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
CMW,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.