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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.