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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.