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 Slovakia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.