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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxette 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.