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 Haiti 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.