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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.