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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.