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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.