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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.