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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.