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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.