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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.