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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.