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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.