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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Organ,
New Order,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.