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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.