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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.