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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.