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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
the Normal,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.