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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.