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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
The Names,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.