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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.