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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Scion,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.