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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.