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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.